A Room to Grow

September 17th, 2009

“You must have a room or a certain hour of the day or so where you do not know what was in the morning paper, where you do not know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, or what they owe you — but a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are, and what you might be…At first you may find nothing’s happening….But if you have a sacred place and use it, take advantage of it, something will happen.” Joseph Campbell quoted in A Sacred Primer, by Elizabeth Harper Neeld
I have an office that is crammed with art supplies and writing supplies and computers and books. The colors are aqua and all my favorite things are there, but I haven’t really made it my own yet. I haven’t lived into it, written into it deeply, settled into its aura. When I think of a sacred place, my mind goes to Villa Spannocchia in Italy, where I spent a magical week writing and simply being in Italy. This little apartment in the back of the villa intrigued me because it seemed so old world and yet very much like a writer’s nook. I like having a dream studio in the back of my mind, but I know I have to inhabit the space where I live and turn it into my dream. What will make it sacred is the work that takes place there, not whether it’s in Italy or not.

2 Responses to “A Room to Grow”

  1. V-Grrrl says:

    I love my studio–not just the way it looks but the way I feel when I'm in there. It's a place I "dwell in possibility."

    I own a laptop but only use it when I travel, in part because I like to do all my writing at my desk–my other creative space.

  2. Isabel says:

    I arrived via my friend Susanna's Winged Messenger and simply love this post.

    Campbell's quote, your thoughts, and the image of Villa Spannocchia (so similar to places I always dreamed to write at in my Portuguese countryside), thoughts of aqua and of finding the inner sanctuary of writing…how I identify!
    Beautifully stated!

    I am so excited about how Susanna's Winged Projects has created further wings of its own. I love her idea.
    My daughter (13) even took one of Susanna's Wings to Portugal last year and photographed it with the word "Saudade".
    And I just travelled with some of mine and Susanna's friends all the way to Vermont and New Hampshire with a pair of wings in my luggage…


    Where could I find the article you wrote about Susanna's project? I would love to read it.



    Isabel Augusto